The wind in the willows softly blows your laughter across my mind.
The faint rustling sounds are reminiscent of the joyful times, we had.
The snap-shots of you, flutter through my mind, making me fall behind.
The pictures come to me showing secrets,
So I could see.
Showing things that I do not want to believe.
I see the way you died, without me by your side.
All I have left is frozen snap-shots, slamming my mind. Time after Time.
